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A Song About Your Best Self

Your Former Self? Your Future Self?

Or, are you there?

Your Current Self?

Have you actionably pick-axed your hard pan Inner & Elusive Clay over the years of your process, continually amended thesoil of you, and now naturally create from YOUR Place of Creation?

Hope Need Not Be a Narcotic,

Faith In Self More Actionable

My hope is you have, or are In your Current Self, and/or always doing so for your Future Self now in the perpetual present. Heck, if not now, when?

For Memorial Day tomorrow, I offer my deep condolences to you for your former Self and Selves iterating back through time. May their memories be Pansy dead-headed blessings dropped at your feet that nourish your Self’s Garden’s potency now.

And, I offer a Mexican soccer announcer’s GOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL level gratitude to you for you Being you. I’d add an explanation point, though WordPress only allow so many. And, the announcer above aptly took every single one of them I had available.

How verdant and viscerally-with ablution-tingles vibrant can you be today In the rockin’ Garden of You?

My you find your Natural clariy of voice as if you were in the wild, as if your life depended on it, AND have developed it to be refined at one and the same time.

What’s Your Geode of Expression?

Moira’s Blessings,

Jordan

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A Town without Music — cosmic holly

Taking Chances Flagstaff is a little gem of a town filled with musicians. I mean, there is music going on here on any given night, with top-notch musicians doing their thing. Usually. Over the past couple of months, the town (obviously) has been silent. There is no music. It feels weird and sad. It was […]

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Posted by on May 23, 2020 in Tarot Birth Cards

 

Soul-Seat Silverback Heartfelt Hierophant Seating Self

Stone By Stone A Pyramid of Self Is Built

Epochal Cairns for Paths Are Set

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Milestone Cairn Time of Life

And, A Step Was Taken

When simply commenting on another’s blog…

(Formatting a bit unjuiced from copy and paste. And, Autocorrect often writes thing fo me that I didn’t Nintendo. No apologies for that. Proof-reading goes to far places to be clear, and then AutoCorrect can be a bully to fluidly writing. 🙂 )

Jordan Hoggard

Krigsgaldr. Rather than war and violence, I felt the Powerful ritual and process over ages of shamanic dismemberment finding Self. Regardless of the words I embrace and resonate with to put to it, the visual story may very well come across to everyone in an ‘all similar, each unique’ way as much as we are All different, like everyone else. Powerful. An epic movie short.

Holly Troy

“the shamanic dismemberment finding Self” – I feel like so many of us are going through this right now. Or we can allow this global strange time to be this, the rite of passage to the Self.

Holly Troy

“the shamanic dismemberment finding Self” – I feel like so many of us are going through this right now. Or we can allow this global strange time to be this, the rite of passage to the Self.

the theme continues . . .

Jordan Hoggard

Yes, and not to be smug or condescending in any way, though what I most enjoy In this time about that, is that that rite of passage to the Self, the child becoming the parent of the Man, The Temple In (Wo)Man and Temple Of (Wo)Man occurred for me in 1991 during my architectural thesis in a psychospiritual set of experiences over 3 months brought forth by my thesis itself, a house for me — catalyzed by my whole life up to that point realizing things I had taken responsibility for, though shouldn’t have (parent’s divorce 15 years prior) — and will continue to occur in small and large ways throughout the rest of my life. This time, now, is gifting me a more unfettered sense of clarity in action. Rather than kneeling at the Altar of Self, I am more reverently seeing the world, and ironically enough, notice I don’t cuss so much now.

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Add, Truthfully, I kinda miss the cussing. It’s amazing the molecular things we adapt to that can cause change across the board. The cussing was actually a barb or poison of sorts. It wasn’t seen that way then, though now, there’s a diff tenor to the poetry of it. Adaptation, part of change, part of process, part of slow-form evolution.

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New comment, as in a sense it belays my last…
Something about the living petroglyphs in the Krigsgaldr video, something about your post, something about my comments above now expressed out here, something about the people I’ve interacted with here since I came out of a 5+-year radio silence… expressed and birthed and framed a new perspective for me.

Yes, rite of passage in 1991, very powerfully. And, yes many many crushing and spendorous things between then and now. Though, 5 years ago, out of necessity, I took a J.O.B. As Director of Purchasing & Coordination for a company 5 years ago — the people are great, and it’s a solid 2-way street. I won;t mention the company name, as… ya know… work-life balance. This is my work, and that is also my work. Though, this is in support of what I need in life. And, I started 3+ years of bi-weekly Brainspotting Therapy/Counseling. Someone recently expressed to me, “DAYum. Hard core.” I tend to go all in like that. It’s simply my Nature which I find wonderfully cool and resonant.

2 weeks before the shutdown, I was startled awake be a feeling of celebration. Still very liminal, still very ??? Dafuq???, though it was there. Being awakened to the resonance with a high honor given to me several years before — my deck listed 39 out of 50 Top Most Essential Decks (Of all time) by The Tarosophy Tarot Association. Like to took me that long to own it and just say, “Thank you.” Which, of course I had before, though felt a consummate “Thank you” to myself in that liminal moment.

I sat there in the dark. Steeped in it without words or figuring out what this meant. I only had the feeling of, “don’t pollute this with words. There’s more here than you know.”

And, it came. A creative Ex. Not that I broke up with it, just that in 2012 it was complete, and now suddenly as it came rushing forth to greet me, only semi-complete, it had evolved from its chrysalis to unfurl its wings. 8 years of unconscious gestation? Yup, at least to me. It had been active, though, providing its own formative years to itself. It was the 78 Divination Spreads inspired by my art, though now… Now, it came with the same name alluded to in my Tarot deck and book. ImaginAction.

So, two weeks before the 3/19 – 3/20 shutdown, I turned back to wade into this intense pool of my own creation. And yes, with a bit of trepidation in, “Am I creatively strong enough to not get consumed?, and Fantasia style wand it and conduct it into… hmmm, what am I conducting?, and into what?”

The 11-page Creation story spilled out of me as if I was taking dictation, was a story I’d reverently kept to myself, never spoken of before. The 10-page easy-to-use How-To method just tracked 1 by 1 by 1 start to finish to… enter into several hundred hours of file prep to set up to assemble the pdf for consistency start to finish. I had woken up to start to finish a project not even on my radar until then. Isn’t the not-knowing and going with its serendipity grand?!! And, Voila! There it was. ImaginAction.

Thing is. ImaginAction may be the biggest, most wonderfully robust thing I’ve ever created, though that’s not where I am going here in this comment.

Something about the living petroglyphs in the Krigsgaldr video, something about your post, something about birthing ImaginAction, something about my comments above now expressed out here, something about interacting with people who currently inspire me beyond my historical friends (My Friend Fred for example) and something about a shift that just occurred now, and was seemingly always occurring throughout the past milestone cairn that was building itself over the last 8 weeks… expressed and birthed and framed a new perspective for me.

That perspective. I haven’t had fear and anxiety about this pandemic. At all. In fact, I;ve come into joy and excitement, and not the Freudian minor hysteria type. I even felt a bit ashamed and tentative at one point that I shouldn’t express what I felt as it might seem to demean the vast and real feelings of fear and grief others were legitimately and strugglingly going through. Though, that wasn’t what I was going through, and I came to terms with the experiential fact that these things aren’t relative. Each of us grieves differently, and each of us grieves differently each time. And, I should in no way apologize for feeling that something clicked, and I resoundingly opened to my way. LOL. I came out so to speak in regards to the gravity of my ideas, even if for none other than myself, to love my work again.

That perspective is that. It is what it is. Sometime around two weeks before this all this shit hit the fan across the human community, I woke up and nestled in to seat in myself and my work again. And, more naturally This time. And, dare I say, though feel it to be so… I may have just seated another natural notch into the Heartfelt Hierophant of my Soul Seat. That sure goes to 11.

Thank you for being part of that. You and Paul and other wonderful people I have interacted with have provided a perspective from you continuing your work through these times, and adapting. That’s part and party to my nestling in to… not a 6-speed turbo convertible This time, or my current car, which LOL needs brakes… nestling in to seat in myself, soulfully, and actively through my creative works.

Thank you Holly & Paul. Thank you for being part of stacking the stones of this milestone cairn time. And, thank you to you other 6 who plussed my sense of the world being wonderful, especially if you didn’t know you were.

6 Epic Spiral of Giving and Receiving + 1 Shout-outs to… in no order

I place no “What they do” here. I wouldn’t want to pigeon-hole your serendipity. Check them out. Poke around, and look at the breadth they offer. Heck, potatoe chips? More substantial than that, though still can’t have just one. I suggest to explore them. Enjoy the serendipity of what you find…

Holly & Paul            Bonnie Cehovet (Sho-Vay)           Karen Sealey

Christina Schmidt            Jane Lurie           Joliesattic           Cristian Mihai

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Afloat in clarity is a Hanged Man phrase.

I’ll go with that.

Well, +

Thank you All!,

and to everyone who has followed to come here.

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Tarot. Magician’s Ibis-Eyes

Tarot. Magician’s Ibis-Eyes

Jordan’s Journey ~ Alchemy of Mystereum Tarot, ImaginAction, Astrology, Tarot, Art

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The Magician

Focus strong and direct enough

to see across worlds like Ibis Eyes. The Ibis sees the fish under water in that world from this one, Ibis Eyes reach not to where the refracted, trickster image of the fish is seen, but magically to where it actually is.

To see forward.  To see back.

To feelingsense both past and future

in the perpetual present.

Feel your own Ibis-Eyes,

your magical watching across worlds

from the wings

of your perpetual present flight.

The Magician may be frontal or from back.

Where’d his head go?

To his magically watching Luna Moth Ibis Eyes wings? Bowed to his heart?

Either/Or, Both-And, both at one and the same time?

I feel The Magician IS always ALL, all 4 elemental tools traditionally on his table.

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Posted by on April 11, 2020 in Tarot Birth Cards

 
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We are in this together! — cosmic holly

We were all small children once. Can you see the child in your eyes?

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Posted by on April 10, 2020 in Tarot Birth Cards

 

The Sun. 45 seconds to…

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Sailing Through Storms

Pairs well with John Shedd’s, “A ship in harbor is safe, but that’s not what ships are for.”
…to which I add…
And, as the weather always washes through, washing up on the shore after the storm has broken is all but assured. Sometimes we even stand up strong through the whole thing. Sometimes we even open our eyes when we wash up. Though, if we don’t, then on to something else already, huh? I like weather, though I also like the roller coasters at the fair.

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Waking Spirals

 

“The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore.”
― Vincent van Gogh

 

Sailing home
tho I feel the storm arising
see the clouds on the horizon
and yet I know my way
I’ve been made aware of danger
got the warning from a stranger
who approached me yesterday

 

Been awhile
since I landed here among you
an old man whom you found new
and yet I miss my home
Still I stayed learned and taught
our common enemies I fought
together still alone

 

Here you all gather
to see me on my way
asking questions I must answer
tho I don’t know what to say

 

Still I speak on
my answers you all measure
perhaps you’ll find some treasure
keep part of me behind
It’s the least I can…

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Posted by on November 22, 2013 in Tarot Birth Cards

 
 
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